New Ulm weekly review., 1887-10-19
A COTTAGE BY THE SEA.

A COTTAGE BY THE SEA.
From the London Graphic.
Mr.. Landon, ex-cotton spinner, had
good reason to hate the army. His
eldest daughter had married a gallant
young Hussar, who quickly spent her
fortune at Newmarket, and thereafter
vanished from the worlds ken, leav-
ing her neither widow nor maid. His
eldest soma great scamp, as the sons
OF steady business men often are-en-
tered q dragoon regiment, got into
some discreditable row, was tried by
Court-martial, dismissed the service
and shot himself through the head the
the next day. His second daughter,
Clara, was cruelty Tilted by a guards
man, and died at Bournemouth a.
year subsequently of broken heart.
A second son-at Woolwich-
was blown to pieces by a shell
which exploded IN his hands while
he was examining it; and last, but not
least, his own remaining child, his eve
lamb, Lilly, evinced aremarkable pre-
possession for the military. The
Grand Dutchess of Gerolstein was not
fonder of soldiers than Lilly Landon;
but the n she only saw them at dis
tance, never at closed quarters. This
ld!osyncrasy was made all the more
distressing to Mr.. Landon from the
circumstances OF his residing in gar
rison town, which is a seaport as we'll.
4 He could not prevent Lily seeing SOL
diers and officers going about their
! duties, nor could he abolish the regi-
mental band which always made Miss
Lily's blue eyes sparkle and caused
her unconsciously 10 assume some
thing OF the audacious demeanor of a
vivandiere. All he could do was to
engage distant relative as duenna.
but under a homely exterior this old
lady concealed a most romantic dis
position, with a singular beliefin what
is now derided as chivalry. The
Barsetshlre Regiment, alias the Roy
al BOmbardiers, was quartered at
yarmouth at this time, and an exceed
angly lively mess was. ore OF the dis
tinctions Of the regiment, two-thirds
aof the members being young Irishmen.
It was currently reported that these
young gentlemen, OF good family. but
slender means, were the plague of the
.adjutant gerer rs life, so frequent were
the complaints and grievances that
arose from their racing, rowing. rat
hunting and other proclivities and that
the comnander-in-chief himself had
threatened to honor the two worst
scar,egraces OF them all with the dis
Ntinction OF a court.martial. The two
an quesJion-the head and front of all
this offending g-hoWever, took life RI
~otously, and were, indeed, on the high
road to Avernus, when the following
incidents occurred: They were close
allies, these two; SO that they went by
the name of Castor and POllux in the
Observation-Disclosures that will do just
sas we'll as their real ones, which are
those OF a noble Irish family.
Lleutena ant Castor and Pollux, then,
were walking down the High street,
arm in arm, with very large cigars in
their mouths, and very small bull
tarriers at their heels, when Nick,
alias Castor felt an electric thrill, so
60 say, from the arm OF his pail Dick
SPoUux), and from previous expert
.ences at once concluded that there
was q pretty girl around. So there
was-and a benign old lady, wreathed
y in smiles, also.
'tBy Georgel what an exceedingly
/ pretty girl, quoth Nick, and "Looks
yery solvent" said more practical
Dick.
Let us follow them and find out
where they live"
The two ladies, who had evidently
fbeen making some trif11ng purchases
4 an town, had turned their faces in the
direction OF the suburbs, and were
now walking along the sea-shore, the
younger with a white fluffy poodle dog
in her arms. The officers followed at
II a respectful distance, but the bull ter
riers were In earnest in their endeav ors
TO make the acquaintance of the fluffy
noodle. Perhaps this accounted for
sone OF the ladies' knowledge ofwhat
was going on behind them.
:sslet us ask them to call off their
dog. said Lily; Il am sure they are
4 ,oficers OF the Bombardiers.
Not for the world, not for the
world, my dear, replied the duenna;
mot that i have any doubt about
their gallantry; the chivalrous sense
of honor OF these brave men who die
for their country, and for England,
Z home and beauty; but think what
your papa would say, With his singu-
lar antipathy to warriors. oh, no,
never; let us hurry on, or they may,